Gangsta Partna Lyrics

(Chorus)

Who knows why we won't stop

It goes on and on and on....

Who knows why we won't stop

(Nobody move nobody make a sound)

It goes on and on and on....

Hey My Partna got this way wit his toungue

He told ya boy give me tha money wait right here til I'm done

And made bomb

When we get ya we gon' floss like stars

From buyin outfits to everybody drinks at Charles

We got them cars Black Range Rover wit bars

Big Beama AMG kit with them stars

Bro we hard

Like when everybody buck at tha park

Them girls be screamin

Ya'll don't wanna make them start

When we say Shhhh!

They be quiet

When we say jump,

They say when

When I say get out my face don't preach

They do it right then

It ain't no mystery my partnas know I'm gangsta as Hell

Bustin raps but so first I got some dank ta sell.

Four mo bails

Three mo blocks two mo owes

Ay everybody ridin gatorbacks and rims got chrome

All the cribs got gates and all the Kids wear Nikes

And ain't nobody girl trippin cause we'll cut of the lights

(Chorus)

Lets hit tha club

Hate ta be a lamppost

This tha night we get it tight and see who clockin the most

Just bailed in off them dangerous streets
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Fresh off a Lick 5 G's a piece

Me and my favorite gangsta partna did good this mornin

We get love from Decatur cause we run this Point

It felt good bro runnin off wit all that dough

Man I had that nigga lay it down feel it for sho

Suckas flexin n' flauntin they gonna buck what they wanna

When police look we ask em what tha fuck they want

We some high school drop-outs wit high class jobs

Gettin weight from outta state

And tell em we got robbed

Calhoun Jeans brand new ride pockets fat

3 level condos wit a hustle ta match

(CHORUS)

Boi it's time ta beat the sac man Tha last one I'm burntThats why me and my

gangsta partna,Boots?Be dirty from all the workThat we put inNigga got cut up

firstThen I stood in

We takin it back to reverse 8's

Ya'll Niggas thought we couldn't

I'm talkin bout that old school shit

From the Swats

Get so fiery from the Gentlemens club and

Cheapinin out ya crops

Nigga Don't Stop

Magic City right around the block

And You know the (?????) on the camps

And SouthernPlayalistic drop

But I think I'm gonna catch the crib

Gotta get up in the mornin and fix some breakfast for my kid

And I did boy sho as my name is Dwayne but it ain't

My gangsta partna pulled some young bitches at tha skating rink

Don't let them niggas smoke up the dank

He said nigga what you thank

Your gangsta partna turnin cake

(CHORUS to fade)

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